(Completed) Mr. Kim

40 Fourty

As the woman laid dead under me, I sighed in relief.
The knife covered in blood was held in my hand, the grip tight as I replenished it back into her body before bringing it close to my face.

I licked it, loving the taste of it.
I got up, leaving the body where it lay. I wouldn't bother to clean it up if it wouldn't make a difference, being found anyway.

I didn't feel like playing anymore.
I cleaned up any traces of it being me, and I headed home. We'll my grandmothers home.

I walked in the shadows, not wanting people to see the clear blood on my clothes.
Taehyung saw me.
He saw me.
That's all I could think about.

I fucked up, so bad.
I don't know if he's part of the police or something, and he caught me in my state.
I don't know what to do. Maybe I would have to kill him? But I don't want to, I don't want kill him.

I don't want to address it, so I'll just ignore it for now.
I can't ignore him or he'll get even more suspicious, so I'll act like nothing big happened. Right! I'll act like nothing happened.

I'll do exactly that.

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The next week Taehyung didn't come over at all, and I was glad.
I didn't want to face him about the very obvious tension we would have after he experienced me in that state. I also found it good that the police didn't show up either.
Maybe I'm safe.

My grandmother always asked about him, and I only shrugged, acting like I didn't have something to do with the fact that he hasn't even showed up to see her, in a week.

Two weeks passed by now, and he still didn't come. I got slightly worried, so for the first time, I sent him a text, asking if he was ok. It was obviously dumb to ask him if he was ok, but I still wanted to pretend like nothing happened.

He didn't respond, nor did he read it.
My eyebrows furrowed.
What in the world......
Even if he didn't respond that would be ok, but he didn't even read it?

By the time it was four weeks my grandmother forced me to go to his apartment, claiming she was so lonely in this big old house of hers and that she wanted to see a new face besides mine everyday. I agreed because I was worried also, not even complaining about the light insult she added into her sentence too.

She drives me there, and she tells me the number and floor.
I nod, and she drives off behind me, leaving me to face my own problems that I've created.

I walk into the building, also walking past the secretary who didn't give me a single glance, too busy painting her toenails that were proper up on the desk like she owned the place when it was clear she didn't.

The elevator opens up empty when I press the up button, leaving me relieved that I didn't have to share it with some weirdo.
Inside the open spaces elevator, I walk over to the right side of it and press Taehyung's floor number, waiting patiently as I felt the slight nausea follow me every bump the elevator made. Every few minutes the elevator dings open, the hallway in front of it not empty.

People would come in and press their floor number, the doors closing smoothly while I stood there annoyed.

I stood in the elevator quietly, watching as the place above the doors showed the floors I passed, and where other people got off too.

I then reached floor five, Taehyung's floor and I got out, walking past the couple who walked inside after me. They were sucking each other's faces off, and I inwardly shuttered.

I searched for the room number 102, passing by lots of rooms before I find the 100's.
I reach his room, and I stand there quietly, not moving a muscle.

It was around five, meaning classes have been over for a while now and that he would be home, if he wasn't out doing anything like grocery shopping.
I breathed in deeply, trying to act normal.
I then knocked on his door.

He never answered.

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Lynn~~